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Chapter 837 - 582: The Invasion of the Red Spirit_2

Chapter 837: Chapter 582: The Invasion of the Red Spirit_2

The other party looked almost like an ordinary human, but their entire face was hidden under the hood of their cloak, making it impossible to see their features clearly.

A red name hovered above their head.

"Cursed Land Invader, ??, lv40"

"Life: 22000/22000"

They moved very quickly.

"Damn, a wizard against an assassin."

If they got caught, they would definitely be taken down in one wave.

"What is he doing?"

Just as the Vortex Mouth pondered how to take out the intruder without getting noticed, the invader from the Cursed Land stretched lazily.

"Ah!" He opened his mouth and took a greedy breath.

"Damn, he’s that ugly?"

Needle-like teeth, blood-red eyes.

When he stretched, the sleeves of his arms slid down, revealing large patches of gray scaly plaques.

He looked even more disgusting than expected.

"What is he doing?" The Vortex Mouth watched closely for a while, still not understanding.

However, the fact that the opponent was not moving gave him some operational space.

He quickly pulled out the Magic Trap tools.

Including physical traps like bear traps, he took them all out.

He retreated step by step.

After casting two stealth spells on himself and confirming they worked, he continued to back away, moving into the bushes on the other side of the path.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting.

A wizard who specialized in one-shot kills needed to be patient because their health was too fragile, and their bodies were not strong, making their margin for error zero. If the enemy managed to hit them even once, they would die.

But at the same time, the enemy also had only one chance, and being hit by them would result in death as well.

"Help me distract him." He urged his cat into action.

The kitten nodded and slipped into the bushes opposite, wagging its tail.

The invader also noticed something in the bushes, quickly turning his head to look, only to see a golden cat in a pretty little dress bouncing away.

The invader instinctively chased after it.

"Snap!" One foot stepped on a bear trap in the bushes, prompting him to instinctively roll, setting off a series of other traps.

His body was uncontrollably flung into the air.

The invader’s head felt dizzy.

He still remembered just recently, when Lord Mag ordered them to invade the Material Plane.

Some people died in the space ripples when they forcibly broke through the rift in the Material Plane, their bodies never to be found.

He was the one who survived, entering the beautiful magical castle, but he couldn’t see any companions around him.

The environment in the Material Plane was so wonderful, the magic elements in the air exuded a sweet smell, making him unable to resist taking a few more greedy breaths. The scaly plaques formed over years of studying curses and secret techniques seemed to feel more comfortable in such a wonderful environment.

However, the invader never expected to become the prey, never even seeing what his enemy looked like.

He held his breath and listened carefully, hearing what seemed like someone chanting a magic spell in the distant bushes.

"Magic?"

His head still felt dizzy.

A beam of strong light came surging at him.

Now his head no longer felt dizzy.

In his final moments of life, the thought that crossed his mind was, "What terrifying magic."

If the Material Plane was full of such strong beings, their invasion war was bound to be fraught with difficulties.

"Got him!"

The Vortex Mouth excitedly leapt out of the bushes.

The scroll also showed that he had successfully killed one, and he even got a chance to draw a prize.

Draw, draw them all.

But for now, the most important thing was to seize the remaining opportunities.

...

On the other side, a 5v5 war.

The squad leader of the Cursed Land, Manan, upon discovering that he had become separated, immediately used magic to make contact.

Forcing a space transition during an invasion war meant anything could happen, and the worst part was being the only one in the Material Plane.

It wasn’t all bad though; Manan could gather information, establish a base, and then contact his uncle, Lord Mag, making this their new invasion target.

"Lord Manan!"

"Is it Lord Manan?"

After successfully contacting four people, Manan felt relieved; at least he wasn’t acting alone.

"Where are you?" He looked around, eventually locking his gaze on a stone statue, "I can see a stone statue from here."

The text culture was different, and Manan couldn’t understand what was written on it.

He said, "A knight with a bird’s head."

"I see it."

"I’m on my way!"

"It’s a bit far, please wait for me."

Three said they saw it, one did not.

"I’ve encountered the enemy here, they are two people, wait!"

Contact was suddenly cut off.

Manan’s face darkened, meaning the other side had the ability to instantly take down a 3-ring adept.

"Regroup quickly!"

The remaining three quickly gathered under the giant stone statue, standing ready to face the opponent’s attack.

The other side only had five people, dressed in strange, flashy outfits that made no sense.

From left to right, there was a pink-haired woman in a pleated short skirt holding a strange winged magic wand, a white-haired old man in a white robe holding a magic wand in one hand and a longsword in the other, a young man holding a broom-shaped magic wand, a blue-skinned bizarre woman, and a person who had modified their arms and legs into machinery.

The five of them moved together, quickly gathering magic.

Especially the magic mechanical person who had modified their limbs, from whose body emerged four or five magic wands, all gathering magic at the same time.

Having always lived in a place poor in magic elements, Manan and his team were very sensitive to magic, easily detecting the vast amount of elements converging on the opponent.

"Charge!" Manan ordered.

The distance was a bit far, but with their quick reflexes they could easily dodge the magic attacks and succeed in decapitating them.

But what they didn’t expect was that the magic mechanical person wielding four or five wands didn’t release powerful spells. When the three invaders reached them, he tapped his wands on the ground.

The next moment, earthen walls rose from the ground, forming a straight passage that trapped the undead and invaders in a single line.

The invaders found they had no room to dodge, only able to charge forward or retreat.

The other four wizards’ magic chanting reached its final stage.

"Boom!"*4

Magic explosions, bright light streaked towards the invaders.

Within the straight passage, the explosive shockwaves reverberated, crashing into the invaders, lifting skirts and blowing their hair wildly.

The magic receded, and the last invader turned to flee.

"He’s running!"

"Chase him!"

...

Manan truly panicked; it was his first time witnessing such tight coordination, and the enemies’ strength was definitely no greater than his own. Having lived in a world where the strong prey on the weak, he could easily gauge the true power levels of his opponents.

The fact five physically frail humans from the Material Plane could produce such terrifying magic damage, instantly erasing three elites, was beyond belief.

Their coordination was seamless, as if they had practiced it countless times.

Of course, what panicked Manan the most was being alone.

"I must survive!"

Manan gritted his teeth.

A game of hide and seek between the invader and the undead was playing out.

Clinging to the window ledge outside a building, heart racing.

Unlike the others, Manan was not just a squad leader; thanks to his uncle Mag, he also possessed a cursed relic, giving him the chance to contact his uncle across space.

"I must get reinforcements!"

Despite the danger, and the strength of the enemies, the sweet, rich magic elements in the air made Manan willing to stay until death.

Footsteps approached.

Getting closer.

"I see you, come out!" The other side said, "We can talk, it doesn’t always have to end in violence, right?"

Had he been discovered?

Manan’s face darkened as he prepared to climb in the window, then heard the other mutter, "Not here?"

The footsteps receded.

A while later, another person approached.

"I see you, if you don’t come out, I’ll act!"

A liar.

Crafty Material Plane natives!

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